Derek shuffled through a pile of shirts laid out on a table at the Walk-In Cafe. It was helpful to be able to use the machines to wash his laundry and sometimes pick up something new to wear. There was a free lunch on offer today and he hadn’t realised. He decided to stick around for a feed and then, depending on how he felt, maybe take a ride out to Sandgate again. It was a good half-hour train trip but Derek had time to kill.
There was something deeply alluring about that place, the wide bay that stretched all the way out to Moreton Island. Derek liked setting up camp in the laid-back environment far away from the grimy city and indifferent faces. It was also only a hop, skip and jump from there to Redcliffe. People sometimes nodded and said hello along the waterfront, making him feel w
